my mother swears there were good days I believe her she zips my coat earnest young fingers gentle palms when she tugs my hood forward wraps a scarf around my nose and mouth I sigh — this exasperated sigh think of all the kids whose mothers don’t my mother — eyebrows drawn when she puts our hands in her coat waits with us in the cold us held as she holds her coat unzipped always heart bare for the taking always whispers her duas verses billowing around us blessed as we are I think she is praying always fingers on threaded pearls threading duas always wrapped in them as we are four corner apartment four corner prayer mats all corners laid pointed northeast I think she is praying always I swear these are the good days blessed as we are my mother and her verses knit the scarf around my nose and mouth now I know she is praying always I sigh — this exasperated sigh thank god I didn’t get another thank god for the mother who does


Woahhhhh I love the four corners always pointed northeast!!!!
This brought tears to my eyes. Such truth here. ✍🏻🖤